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Wonderful world>>Kahala Fon Du probably wouldn't have remembered anything past arriving at the estate he shared with other members of Te-Wu, but the sound of voices had roused him from unconsciousness as he lay on the ground just outside the screen door. And what ensued brought it all back. "You got about a minute to do your thing, Snake, and we're out of here," Le Nip said in Mandarin. "Hang on, Bodhicita, it won't take that long!" the one who attacked him called. Then Bodhicita, his former lover, the one who betrayed them, screamed. Ah yes, the Snake planned to rape her and then let Fon Du kill her. Eyes barely open, he saw Le Nip with knife drawn, ready to slash and stick, charge the intruder dressed all in black, then 10 feet away suddenly stop, pull a mini-dart from his forehead. "Um... " he said. "Have we met?" "Hold still, dammit!" the Snake barked hoarsely from across the room. "Stop your resistance, or it will be worse!" "Hey," Le Nip said, turning to where the Snake struggled with the girl on the hardwood floor, "mellow out, man... " The intruder hit Le Nip with an upper cut that drove up under his rib cage and knocked the air out of his lungs, chopped hard on the back of his neck as he doubled over, kicked him in the ribs as he fell. He vaulted over a white leather couch screaming "Communist bastard!" and kicked the Snake in the head, then standing over him blew another dart into the Snake. Then the sound of sirens coming closer. When Bodhicita and the man in black went out through the kitchen into the garage to open the front gate and let the cops onto the property, Fon Du staggered to his feet, his head swirling with a drug he found quite pleasant, but dangerous to his continued health and freedom. Fighting through a ridiculous calm, trying to ignore a sense of giddiness with the world's wonderfulness, he stumbled across the living area, past the bodies of his colleagues, down the hall to the master bedroom. There Fon Du grabbed a pair of black board shorts and a green-and-white UH aloha shirt, green visor, his running shoes and the charger cord for his cell phone. Then, with the voices of Bodhicita and the intruder coming closer, explaining what had happened to a cop, Fon Du dashed out the sliding door to the garden in back, leaped over the two-foot lava rock wall and onto the beach. Three properties down, he leaped over another fence and onto the property of a neighbor he knew was in Japan. He collapsed between a tall lava rock wall and hedge of mock orange and passed out. The sun was nearly down when he was awakened by the sound of a barking dog.
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Don Chapman is editor of MidWeek.
His serialized novel runs daily
in the Star-Bulletin. He can be e-mailed at
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